I made the mistake of zoning out during the drive to daycare one morning when AJ was about that age and droning on, and on. I was jolted awake by the words, “6, or 7, or maybe 10 donuts”, to which I replied, “no, honey, remember only one donut, and just on Saturdays while we shop for groceries.”

I was feeling very mom-capable for being able to break in mid-conversation like that until he shot back ( totally irritated, btw), “No, Mommy! I SAID someday when I’m making my OWN choices!”

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.